Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.